"Xihuang Mountain!"
Li Ming gazed at the great mountain through the Boundless Bowl.
The mountains are majestic and imposing.
It truly lives up to its reputation as the Xihuang Mountain described in historical records.
Regarding the story of Xihuang Mountain, Li Ming recalled a mythical figure, Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong, the legendary god of fire, was the fire master of Emperor Yan.
Zhu Rong used fire to create things and was called the Red Emperor. He was later revered as the God of Fire, the God of Water and Fire, and the God of the South Sea. He invented the method of making fire by drilling wood and created markets. He was also called the Western Emperor.
The Zhu Rong clan was the clan of the Western Emperor; the Zhu Rong clan was the Western Emperor clan.
The Zhurong clan was an ancient clan.
The fireflies are like stars, shining brightly in the darkness.
Zhu is a form of sacrifice, a sacrifice to fire, a sacrifice to light, and a sacrifice to the Heavenly Emperor.
This is a record he saw in an ancient book, and he doesn't know if it's true or not.
Seeing this Xihuang Mountain with such a grand history now, I can't help but feel a bit emotional.
However, Li Ming guessed that Xihuang Mountain was far more terrifying than he had imagined. This mountain was located in a Feng Shui treasure land, a Feng Shui treasure site, and might be hiding the secrets of immortals and gods.
In the picture.
Wu Xiao, the Left Prime Minister, the old man, and Er Sha stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing up at its majestic and towering grandeur.
The old man led the way; there was a stone staircase.
"I can only take you halfway up the mountain; you'll have to walk the rest of the way on your own."
As the guardian of Xihuang Mountain, Nancun usually holds its sacrificial rites halfway up the mountain.
They absolutely must not go to the top of the mountain; that would be disrespectful to Xihuang Mountain.
The old man continued on his way, his legs were strong, his face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, and he was full of energy.
We reached the halfway point of the mountain.
The old man knelt down and said, "Ersha and I will guard this place. Please make yourself at home, young master."
"You guys come up too."
Wu Xiao felt that as guardians, they definitely knew more about the culture of this mountain than they did.
If they were there.
Perhaps you can find the information you want more quickly.
"inappropriate."
The old man said.
As guardians, they never dared to overstep their bounds; the place above was so revered that they were unworthy to go up there.
"Get up," Wu Xiao said.
But the old man remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to lift his head.
She gestured to the Left Prime Minister.
The Left Prime Minister helped him up; the old man was really too kind.
It took a lot of persuasion before he finally agreed to lead the way.
The stone steps lead straight up to the top of the mountain.
The further you go, the more ethereal the clouds and mist become, like a mythical fairyland.
About half an hour.
They reached the summit, which was shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, as if it were connected to the heavens and the earth.
"Grandpa, it seems like a lot of people have died inside."
Ersha's face was filled with horror. He vaguely saw a massacre going on inside, and he didn't know how many people had died.
The old man slapped him on the head and said, "What did you say? This is a sacred mountain, a holy mountain. It's the mountain that our Nan Village has protected all our lives. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll slap you to death."
Ersha stopped talking and just lowered his head.
There's always a sense of unease.
"Let's go take a look ahead."
The Left Prime Minister held Wu Xiao's hand. She felt that there were palaces faintly visible in the clouds ahead, but they were not clear and were very blurry.
I'm planning to go in and take a look.
The two women walked forward, while the old man dragged Ersha along, forcing himself to walk inside.
Sudden.
"Ta-da..."
A loud bell rang out from the clouds, its sound deafening.
Soon, the clouds in the sky reflected countless gods and Buddhas. Ancient deities and Buddhas walked among the clouds, and a fairy danced in the central palace.
The fairies danced gracefully, accompanied by a light mist, like viewing flowers through fog or the moon reflected in water—vague and indistinct.
I couldn't see her face clearly.
Li Ming knew that the woman was probably performing the Dance of the Startled Swan.
I remember once, Yang Yuhuan fell into the Yunmeng Sect and left after several days and nights.
The dragon-patterned wooden plaque rewards you with a useless dance, the Dance of the Startled Swan.
The Dance of the Startled Swan is graceful and elegant, like a startled swan or a swimming dragon, with beautiful and moving movements.
Girls definitely look better when they jump.
Li Ming slowly admired her, but even after the dance ended, he still couldn't clearly see her face.
All I know is that after she finished her dance, a little white rabbit poked its head out from her arms.
"Could the white rabbit be Chang'e?"
In Li Ming's memory, the only person who was accompanied by a white rabbit was Chang'e of the Moon Palace.
I wonder if it's Chang'e?
It cannot be confirmed that she has left.
There are many other figures in the central palace, but many are unrecognizable due to the blurry images and lack of distinctive features.
However, there were a few Buddhas who stood out.
But the exact time and the Buddha could not be identified.
At the very top of the central palace sat a woman, whose face was obscured, as if she were deliberately concealing her features from him.
"What are they doing?" Li Ming looked at them, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind, "Could they be the hostess of the Western Emperor's celebration?"
"Can you see what they look like?" Wu Xiao asked, looking at the Left Prime Minister beside him.
The Left Prime Minister shook his head; the fog was too thick.
They used their divine senses, but they still couldn't see clearly; it was all blurry.
As I watched, the image eventually faded away, and the chimes stopped.
The two women held hands and entered the clouds.
Li Ming followed their gazes, constantly observing.
There was indeed a palace in the clouds, but it was dilapidated and looked as if it had been through a great battle.
Finally, in the palace that had exceeded one hundred, Li Ming saw bronze doors and a red jade crystal coffin, similar to the descriptions.
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